Twice a week on Mondays and Thursdays, last thing at night
and just before bed,
There is a job nearly all must partake in, one I have come
just so slightly to dread;
It’s sorting the rubbish and bagging the items, making up
two fairly large plastic bags,
One for recycling paper, plastics and metals, the other for items
from food scraps to rags.
When they’ve been filled and the tops firmly knotted, down
all the stairs they then both have to
go
To join all the other bags
patiently waiting out on the pavement three storeys below,
Where they will sit overnight
until morning, when very early the dustmen will come,
To pick up the rubbish from all of
the houses, leaving behind, it is hoped, not a crumb.
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